He was 5 foot 8 inches
Good with his hands
Left part of his childhood in Vietnam
If you gave him hell he'd give it right back to you
Upright and honest his collar was blue
Could fix anything with a hand full of tools
Probably the smartest man I ever knew
He wasn't perfect he had his flaws
I don't make excuses for the man he was

He said work for a living and don't throw the first punch
Say grace at the table and don't drink too much
If you needed something he'd give you his shirt
But you mess with his kids you're gonna get hurt that's a man

I still remember my first big game
I wanted to live up to my daddy's name
When I missed that pass dad said
Son I'm still proud of you
That's all it took to dry up my tears
A few words from dad that a boy needs to hear

Two weeks ago we laid my dad in the ground
The last thing he said was you're the man of the house.....now
I work hard for a living I don't throw the first punch
Say grace at my table and I don't drink too much
If you're needing something I'd give you my shirt
But you mess with my little boy somebody's gonna get hurt

I'm 5 foot 8 inches my collar its blue
And I do pretty well with a hand full of tools
I'm trying my best to fill my daddy's shoes
If you give me hell I'll give it right back to you
If I could be half the man that he was that's good enough for me